He won’t Give Up on You

That feeling when you don't aspire to listen to any motivation. You desire to sit in a spot, scrolling through your phone and being sad all day.


We all feel this way at a point. We don't understand why everything has gone haywire, why the motivation we have been holding onto seems to fade away from our hearts.

Likewise, we take a glance, but nothing makes any sense. 


There's just one Man, who is never willing to turn His back on you.

Even when you feel He should, so that your pain may be complete.


He is incredibly loyal, to the point of tears.

You mean a lot to me, He declares.

“I will love you in your pain still. The world will let you down, but, I will never.”


“When you feel I should give up on you so, you could drown in pain, I'll be there with you. I'll give you my shoulders to cry on, I'll wipe away your tears; this is my Promise to you, proclaims the Lord.”

His Name is Jesus…


M. E Ojukwu. Little Pieces

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